Sunday, March 29, 2009

Final Fling

Last night was Final Fling. For my non-military readers, Final Fling is the party thrown for the spouses of the deployed military personnel, a couple weeks to a month before the men/women come home, it's a big tradition for the aircraft carriers. Dinner, liquor, dancing, raffles, the whole bit. Final Fling is pretty formal,the theme was 1920's Hollywood Glam. If you know me, you know that I'm about as comfortable in a dress as a cat in a cage full of dogs. Regardless, I was going, this was my last Navy event as a Navy wife, and my girls were going to be there. I had a good time, I even won one of the raffles!

If you read any of my previous posts you know that leaving the military world and entering the civilian world was something that I was having a hard time dealing with. Last night, I was completely prepared to walk into that venue and be sad and throw myself a pity party for leaving this part of my life behind. That's not at all what happened. I realized last night that I'm ready to move on. I'm ready to close this chapter and open a new one. My girls will be my girls no matter what chapter I'm in, and it's time to pass the torch on to someone else. I have been telling myself this for the last 2 months, but now I have peace with it.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Severance and the Reserves

Until Ryan goes on terminal leave, he checks into the separation office on base everyday. Within the last few days he's had to attend a separation/entrance class, meet with a few people and fill out enough paper to destroy a rainforest. Upon meeting one of those few people, he was informed that if he joined the active reserves once he got out, he would recieve a larger severance check. Ryan was already due to receive a severance check due to him getting out on higher tenure, but apparently the reserves boost up that amount quite a bit, like clear out all our debt and cushion our bank account, quite a bit. Ryan's response, "Where do I sign?"

I wish we could say that we are joining the reserves for PURELY noble and patriotic reasons, that we want to honor our country and continue to serve and protect, and where all of this is absolutely true, we also have dollar signs gleaming in our eyes. Although we are not a couple riddled with debt, unable to see the light at the end of the tunnel, like every other average couple in America we do have a bit of debt that unfortunatly hangs around our ankles.

I will say that I am happy to have the honor of saying that I am still a part of our military. Although not a large part, I am proud to say that my husband served in the Navy and will soon be in the reserves. That pride comes with or without a severance check.

Friday, March 20, 2009

I am... puts out a creative prompt each week, and encourages you to attach your interpretation of that prompt in their comments section. I really enjoy looking at others creativity through art,so this website has become one of my favorites in the last eight months or so.

This weeks creative prompt is, "I am...". This simple fragment has me quite intrigued. What do you think of when you hear these words? I am...what am I? I'm a Navy wife, I'm an accountant, I'm a mommy to two cats and two dogs, I'm a homeowner, I'm a sister, I'm a daughter, I'm a friend, I'm a writer, I'm a scrapbooker-all of these things that "I am" are mere titles. Wife, accountant, homeowner, writer-all titles.

I am...what? What am I? Am I merely a person stumbling through life with titles hanging above my head? Will they write wife, accountant, pet owner, homeowner in my obituary? Do I truly portray what and who I am? Do I portray that I am a patriot? Is it obvious that I am an environmentalist? I think that so many times we can get caught up in titles, "I'm a homeowner, I'm an accountant", that sometimes we forget the things that matter, the things that truly make us who we are. I am a proud Navy wife because I am a patriot. I am a writer because it is my passion, I am a scrapbooker because I want to preserve mine and Ryan's past for ourselves and our future children. I am an environmentalist because the thought of our planet dying makes my heart ache. I think that we have certain titles because of who we are, but what do those titles truly say about us as individuals? What do your titles say about you? Do they say what you want to portray?

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

When Did The Partying Stop?

Aahh...St. Patty's Day. So what exactly does it mean when you reach that point in your life when you forget about the 2nd biggest drinking day of the year? Long long ago in a galaxy far far away, a friend and I had once fondly nicknamed St. Patty's Day as "Beauty Is In The Eye Of The Beer Holder Day." Yet, here I am, 26 years old, sitting in my kitchen yelling at my dog to get off the couch while I try to figure out my merchandising homework for this accounting class I'm taking. My husband in the other room playing video games. Is this what it's like to become homebodies? Is this what it's like when going grocery shopping becomes your only "outing", and you forget such things as St. Patty's day and Cinco De Mayo? Whatever happened to grabbing a drink with some friends after work. Oh yeah...all our friends have kids, or just "want to go home and relax." When did everyone get all...GROWN UP, and why the heck don't I want to have kids right now and "want to go home and relax"?!?! Did I miss something? Was I absent the day they passed around the grown-up elixir? AND more importantly was there any liquor in that grown-up elixir?

Monday, March 16, 2009

How Much I Missed My Husband

Ryan's been home 2 days now. We've watched movies, he's played with the dogs, I've slept A LOT. Sometimes you don't realize exactly how much you've missed someone until you have them with you again. It's been great having someone to snuggle against on the couch during movies, and run those few errands with to keep me company. It's nice to have someone to eat dinner with and when you talk out loud you get answers back from someone other than yourself. Sometimes you are on cloud nine and you haven't quite hit reality just yet and you know you're going to hit it soon, you're waiting for it, you know it's coming, the honeymoon stage can only last so long, right? Pretty soon it goes back to picking up after him when he leaves his clothes and dishes all over the place.

This morning was the moment I realized that Ryan really is home, and I've missed him way more than I thought. He left this morning to check into his new command. I took the day off. I ran to the window every time a car drove down our street to see if it was him. It was really kind of sad, oh well what can I say, I missed him. He finally got home, I made lunch and I was catching up on the blogs I follow. I randomly asked Ryan what ice cream flavor I reminded him of. (If you don't know me, it's pretty normal for me to come up with random stuff and catch people off guard with asking them questions based on the random crap that pops in my head.) Without a beat, Ryan responded with, "Moose Tracks." I asked him, "Moose Tracks? Why Moose Tracks?" He responded, "Because there's a lot going on in Moose Tracks ice cream and you're kind of all over the place." At that moment, he turned his head to me and said, "And because it's my favorite." A smile crept across my face and I said, "I love you." Like I said, sometimes you don't realize exactly how much you've missed someone until they come back into your life.

Saturday, March 14, 2009


After getting about 5 emails and texts from Ryan at different times, saying his flights were either delayed or canceled, he FINALLY got home at 6am this morning. He's home, everyone is thrilled, sex is awesome and that's all I have to say.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Ahhh...The Miracle Of A Clear Phone Line

I was coming home from a party last night when I heard my phone ring. It was around 11 o' clock, and I had just dropped Alison off at her house, so I thought, "maybe I forgot something at Alison's, who else would be calling this late". I rummaged through my purse until I finally found my cell (daggum big purses, everything always falls to the bottom). I looked at the number real quick and didn't recognize it at all.
"Hey you."

For those of you who have never experienced a deployed military members call to home, allow me to explain. On a ship, you hear a whole lot of crackling and static and if the captain comes over the loudspeaker, well forget it, all you hear is what the captain is announcing. Your service member sounds like they are about 5 million light years away, and you're constantly trying to decipher what they're saying amongst the random static and the phones cutting in and out. As a Navy spouse you know that when your member calls the first things you say are, "I love you and I miss you." You never know when that line might cut out and you may not get another phone call for awhile. Then there's the delay. You say something, wait about 5-10 seconds then you hear his response. So for people who talk fast like I do and try to cram their entire week or month's worth of crap into a 10 minutes phone call, it can be quite frustrating in the beginning. You say "what" and "say that again" a lot. But no matter how lousy those phone lines are on the ships, you look forward to your spouse calling even if it's just to hear him say, "I love..." before the line cuts out.

Ryan was flown off the ship and is now waiting for a MAC flight to the states. He was calling from his barracks that he's now staying in. I couldn't believe how clear that line was! After a few months you get used to the crappy phones on the ship and learn tricks around the mayhem and frustration, so I almost didn't recognize his voice!
"Oh my gosh you sound so sexy!"
Ryan laughed.

Just 4 more days to go...